tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102517688059332839.post3307734243510999703..comments2024-02-02T10:52:07.936-08:00Comments on Drawing a line in time: How I love these days that are scented with honeysuckle and roses and the salt seaJackie Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18344677229001312105noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102517688059332839.post-73845732702864445462010-06-21T12:42:07.721-07:002010-06-21T12:42:07.721-07:00You sold me.I'll jump on the next plane!Wales ...You sold me.I'll jump on the next plane!Wales here I come!I'll be leaving black flies and forest fires,,,Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102517688059332839.post-17477988951086108212010-06-20T13:32:33.486-07:002010-06-20T13:32:33.486-07:00I do love days when the air is so clean that you c...I do love days when the air is so clean that you can taste the honeysuckle and heather that sweetens life.Jackie Morrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18344677229001312105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102517688059332839.post-43967959109316827702010-06-20T13:25:02.178-07:002010-06-20T13:25:02.178-07:00A glorious description, full of life and love of t...A glorious description, full of life and love of the land... I like 'Time lingers in echoes...'Windsongs and Wordhoardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12211375575810428500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102517688059332839.post-88246682419361016122010-06-20T10:48:21.841-07:002010-06-20T10:48:21.841-07:00Thanks for the photos. My mind has been on honeysu...Thanks for the photos. My mind has been on honeysuckle too - in fact I took an almost identical picture for my blog, only our honeysuckle is more pink than yellow.Fredahttp://www.freda.org.uknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102517688059332839.post-87202155099464949552010-06-20T09:33:44.939-07:002010-06-20T09:33:44.939-07:00mmmmm, I;m right there with you... thank you. I do...mmmmm, I;m right there with you... thank you. I do miss the ocean where I spent most of my life living close to. Now I am learning the mysteries of the deep and quiet forest. At times it smells like ocean here to me - on days when the river is rushing - and I think it must be the scent of ionized water running over granite boulders, pulling the wind along with it through hemlock and pine branches and rough trunks of all the standing trees and the humble, blooms of the woodlands.Valeriannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02621130622153365184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5102517688059332839.post-48105809337681351592010-06-20T09:19:30.938-07:002010-06-20T09:19:30.938-07:00I can almost smell the scents you describe. Lovely...I can almost smell the scents you describe. LovelyMarlenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09108395185519194480noreply@blogger.com